A Little Traveling Music Please...

After 8 weeks of waiting, the little one has come home. The doctors had let us know earlier this week that it could be any day. Basically, the doctor would come in early in the morning, see how the day before went, and make the decision to let her go or not. We didn't want to tell people about it because we didn't want to disappoint anyone (including ourselves) if something had happened to prolong her stay.

But, after a couple of tense days filled with more waiting, the doctor gave us the green light on Thursday morning. I was still going to work at this point since we didn't know what day it would be, so Liz had to call me at work. I left work early, Liz met me at the house and we went down to the hospital to pick up our kid.

At the hospital we went through the typical discharge procedures. You know...sign here, here, here, here, and here. Then a crash course on putting her in the car seat and we were off. A few touching goodbyes with the nursing staff (they have been wonderful!) and it was time to take our daughter into the outside world for the very first time. It almost felt like we were smuggling her out, but there was no one there to stop us, so I guess it was all legit.

And now we're home, with just me and Liz to do all of the parenting duties. A little tiring, a lot overwhelming, but very cool. Here's how she looked on her way out of "the joint".